God is able, my friends. God is able to breathe life into the dry bones of our world’s current situation. God is able to bring life out of death.

We grieve death after death after death. Yet even at the grave we make our song.

We weep at Jesus’ death on the cross on Good Friday and we also sing “Holy God, holy and living one, life that never ends, you show your love by dying, dying for your friends, and we behold you living.” (Susan Briehl)

Death and resurrection are inextricably bound. Weeping may spend the night, but joy comes in the morning. We will weep and we will rejoice.

The death cries of “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” may seem the loudest right now, but the sweet alleluias of Easter are the distant triumph song that will never let us go.